Qian Cangyi noticed this, and if he did nothing, his fate would most likely be the same as the already dead Fan Yuantang. The problem was, now he was suspended in mid-air, even if he wanted to do something, he was powerless.
Time passed by every minute, below, Shi Yiling's eyes were filled with anticipation, seemingly unable to wait to taste the delicious memories of the two.
Qian Cangyi looked down and saw the face of Ran Ya, who had fallen into a coma. Her originally lovely and rosy cheeks had been replaced by paleness, if Ran Ya was dressed in a funeral outfit right now, no one would believe she was still alive.
"Still... can't save her?"
A familiar sense of helplessness surged from the bottom of his heart.
Whether considering it from the score's perspective or from his own personal desire, Qian Cangyi wanted to save Ran Ya, however, right now he couldn't even see a chance for himself to survive.
